Page 60 of Dice & Dekes

“You’re a little bit of a freak, aren’t you, wife?” I lick her neck, near the pad of my thumb. I don’t know what’s come over me, only that antagonism has always worked for us, so why wouldn’t it work now?

“You’re such a dick,” Knova growls.

I tighten my grip slightly. “That’s what you like the most about me, though, isn’t it? My dick? You seemed to enjoy it last week.”

“Fuck… you…” Knova whines and arches her back away from the wall.

“I think what you want,” I whisper, “is for me to fuckyou.”

She melts against me, her words at odds with her body language. “I’m not sure you have it in you, Viktor.”

That’s it. When I release Knova, she almost topples into me. I scoop her over one shoulder. She responds by squirming, which makes her awfully hard to hold onto. I’m glad I only have to get her to the bed a few paces away. I drop her into the bed so that she’s lying face-up, glowering at me. I waste no time before lowering myself onto her and letting my fingers settle beneath her jawline.

“What would it take to make that sour mood of yours sweeten right up, I wonder?” I ask.

“You’re insufferable,” she mutters. “You think your dick is enough to distract me from my anger? From how much I fuckinghateyou!”

“I happen to believe that my dick can be pretty distracting.” I raise her shirt and push her bra up out of the way so that I can lick one of her breasts. The areola is dark against her pale skin, her nipple already tight and eager for my touch. I circle it with my tongue, and she bucks her hips.

“Arrogant,” she hisses.

“Brat,” I retort. I slide my hand between her legs on the outside of her jeans and rub her through the layers of fabric.

“Jesus Christ, will you hurry the fuck up?” she complains.

I sit up and flip her onto her belly, pulling her hips back against mine. Her legs slide off the edge of the bed, and she wriggles until I slide one arm beneath her hips to support her. Knova gasps when my other hand goes to the fly of her jeans and tugs it down. The damn pants are so tight that it takes a full thirty seconds for me to peel them down enough to reveal her ass.

I want to devour every inch of her. I want to bruise her hips with my hands, lick the sweat off her spine, and press my nose into the crack of her ass like a starving man. But I don’t. Not yet.

Because if I let go like that, I’ll say too much. I’ll say everything.

Still holding her in place, I slide my middle finger inside her. It’s easy enough; she’s already so wet.

“No wonder you were so grumpy tonight.” I nuzzle the back of her neck. “You needed this, didn’t you?”

“I don’t need shit from you, Viktor,” Knova snarls.

I add another finger and fuck her open with my long, slow strokes. “Really? Because you’re so wet for me right now. I think youlikebeing nasty.”

“I’m horny,” she mutters. “It has nothing to do with you. I could go grab any random man off the street, and this would happen.”

I add a third finger. “Are you sure about that?”

“Do you always talk this much in bed?” she complains.

I bite the back of her neck—gently, but enough to make Knova jump. The change of angle allows my fingers to reach just a little deeper, and she shudders, tightening around me.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” I bite her again, a little harder. Same result. It’s incredibly satisfying. “Fighting with me gets you off. But you know what else is going to get you off?”

“Your fucking monologue?” she snaps.

I pull my fingers free of her quivering flesh and slap her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. Then I begin the war with my own zipper. “You’re going to come when I fuck that pretty cunt of yours, Knova. When I stretch you open and make you shatter so hard you see stars. And when you’ve had enough, I’m going to come inside you, because you’re. My. Wife. Because you’re the only one I want, Knova. Because I—”

Love you. Except I don’t want this to be the first time she hears it, when we’re fight-fucking after an argument I don’t even understand. When I tell her, I want her to believe me. Now is not the time.

“Because I know you want me as badly as I want you,” I say instead. “Is that what you want, Knova? You want me to stretch that greedy little pussy? Say it. Tell me you want my dick.” This time, I kiss her shoulders.

Please tell me if we still have a chance.

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